... familiarly dizzying spin ... Conway clutches policy like a flotation device, but keeps drifting back to the home front in this book ... while rat-a-tat and packed in a manner to be expected from someone once known as 'Sally Soundbite,' Conway’s own bid at recording history, written with a book doctor, is spotty and selective. She goes on for pages about opioid addiction and abortion, but other than fleeting mentions of the Second Amendment, completely ignores the issue of gun control, which lands terribly in a month of two massacres. She is furious about incursions of the press, including this newspaper, into her family and private life, but gives them ever more grist by fuming hyper-specifically about her husband’s foibles ... Though it’s hardly short, this book isn’t remotely the whole story, nor is it likely to be the last volume of the Conway Chronicles.
... surely the nastiest Trump administration memoir yet, and possibly, given Conway’s track record, the most flagrantly dishonest ... in 500 pages packed with more score-settling than a Quentin Tarantino movie, Conway gives free rein to her contempt for Jared Kushner, Steve Bannon, Mark Meadows, Brad Parscale, Reince Priebus, Sean Spicer, and countless other unnamed male Trump staffers ... let no one call this book meticulously edited ... When she can’t confuse a discussion with arguments as tangled as a pailful of eels, Conway simply avoids it ... feels most alive when she’s seething at the 'overrated, underachieving men who had ridiculed and dismissed me for years' ... can be read as the delusional account of a woman blind to the shortcomings of the powerful man who gave her a shot. But it can also be read—will be read, by those who matter—as an advertisement for her own consultancy business. She’s such a skilled prevaricator that I found myself wondering if she really hates all those male GOP consultants so virulently—or is she just taking out the competition? Furthermore, the ease with which she burns her bridges with Kushner while buttering up her one-time client Mike Pence make clear who she thinks her party’s next candidate will be. Only a fool would trust her, but only a bigger fool would write her off.
... thoroughly selective when it comes to inconvenient truths ... Her disdain is unvarnished, her language tart. Her book? Readable ... contains its fair share of semi-veiled ethnic reductionism ... doubles as an audition for a campaign slot in 2024. In Trumpworld, few are ever permanently banished. Conway should ask Steve Bannon. He could tell her some things.
Snarky from the get-go, she writes with abundant self-congratulation about having risen above her blue-collar past to embark upon 'the wildest adventure of my life,' namely tossing out alternative facts while attempting to explain away the many misdeeds of the Trump White House. Unsurprisingly given her track record, Conway has plenty of venom to go around ... Bilious, querulous, and preposterous: everything a Trumpian apologia is meant to be, suited for true believers alone.
